When Sparks Ignite

Stella

Just as I’m leaning forward to make sense of the strange spark in the back of the oven, something ignites.

I jump back with a yelp just as the heat nearly consumes me.

My heart races as the orange flames dance menacingly from the oven, cutting off the symphony of our dinner rush with its threatening roar. The scent of burnt food mingles with a more acrid, electrical smell. An electrical